Rambling Rose

Nine ball in the corner.
Read 'em and weep, boy.
That's all she wrote.

Mr. Hillyer,
the police Chief is on the telephone.

What exactly happened?
There was a brawl
at the "Busy Beaver" last night.

The fur was flying, the gal
was screeching. All hell broke loose.

You know Horton, the bootlegger?
- I've heard of the scoundrel.

Scoundrel is right. He near
killed a man with a beer bottle.

This girl was the cause of it all.
She bit a police officer's thumb
down to the bone.

She was real upset.
She didn't mean to bite me.

No, I didn't mean to bite him.
I got an awful bad cold.

I believe she mite be sick.
- She's as healthy as a horse.

No, I'm not, Mr. Hillyer.
I'm as sick as a dog.

You wouldn't want her
to have an arrest record.

She's your girl, Mr. Hillyer.
You want me to release her to you?
- No, not really.

But I guess we'll have to do that.
Le t the crazy creature out
and I'll take her home.

I didn't mean to bite him.
He was hitting Horton real mean,
and I just bit him accidental.
I have to get back to the hotel.
I'll speak to you later, Rose.